Poetry is just the evidence of life. If your life is burning well, poetry is just the ash
---- Leonard Cohen

Sunday, July 22, 2012

Many Happy Returns of the day, Bozo !

It was celebration time yesterday, for Bozo, Mumbai's only dog-with-his-own-blog. Bozo is now 9 years old !

Yes, he certainly looks spiffy , possibly after a wonderful bath and brushing, relaxed without his name collar from London , which is probably being polished before he wears it today. But even then , he is alert to various troublesome folks who fly around dangerously close and try to intrude in the house, and shows his shock and displeasure with flared nostrils and a proper angry growl. All captured so wonderfully by his mentor, Deepak.

In my world,
in Mumbai, you need to be alert.

Harmless,
minding one's own business,
non-interference,
are all things
I learnt here.

But some of these crows
are the limit.

Not satisfied with
sitting on cows' backs,
as they wander around,
and loudly cawing
on balcony ledges,
flying in dangerously close,
troubling folks.

And
some of them,like some bipeds in Mumbai,
possibly underage
and immature,
have taken to racing around
without care....

I guess this crow must have flown in from Nepal.

A country where
Crows are worshipped
with food and flowers
on Kag Tihar day,
and
dogs are worshipped
the next day
on Kukur Tihar day.

I mean,
yes, it was my birthday,
yes, I had a wonderful bath and brushing,
yes, I had some delicious treats,
and yes,
so many came to rub my back.

Maybe the crow thought
it was festival time...

Maybe he came to wish me.
But given the way he was behaving,
maybe he flew in from Delhi,
where Tihar
is actually something else.....

Ah well.
It's my birthday,
and I forgive him.

As they say,
to err is very crowlike,
but to forgive; that quality is mine !